After reading it, he handed the information to Shilang.

Shi Lang looked at it and said: "A lot of things have been found. There are many dead people in the void in all directions. I don't know what they found, but they haven't given up."

Naturally, everyone did not dare to say anything, and they were only sure in their hearts that no one would give up when encountering the architecture of the Void Realm.

After finishing a drink, Tang Shidao did not stay long.

The news spread quickly.

After that, the people of the Shijing tribe also received a little reward, which made countless others envious. In less than thirty days, less than a hundred days before and after, the Sky-Swallowing Frog spit out Kunpeng. Because everyone was prepared, and there was someone to guide the way forward, Kunpeng

He also wandered away all of a sudden.

Less than a few hours.

A strange area of ​​dark black and dark red appeared in front of us.

The Hell of Fire...an ancient ruin constructed by the void primeval soil, which has tormented the ancient world in all directions for hundreds of years.

At this moment.

The people on Kunpeng have seen it clearly and want to understand why the sky-swallowing frogs were driven away. On the outskirts of the Flame Hell, a large number of magical starships gathered like a swarm of migratory locusts. Not only are their ships huge, their numbers are even more frightening.

There are many. There is a station at regular intervals, and everyone is busy infiltrating the Fire Hell and conducting various adventures.

Kunpeng moved slowly, like a giant whale swimming into an extremely wide school of sardines.

These magical starships are not as huge as Kunpeng, but their numbers can overwhelm Kunpeng.

At this moment.

Everyone on Kunpeng knows that the eternal theme of the void is competition.
Chapter completed!